"The Tartars have lost! They took the initiative to attack, and the corpses that were killed by our army outside the east gate were all over the field! Now there are less than 3,000 real Tartars left in the city! ”

"Brothers, come on!"

Zuo Helin carried his waist knife and looked up in the direction of the city wall behind him.

The squadron he was in was so fast that he couldn't see the people on the city wall from this position, but he could still hear the sound of a loudspeaker.

"Is this going to win?" Zuo Helin was a little dazed: "Tartar is so unbeaten? ”

"I haven't won yet!" The squadron leader patted his helmet unceremoniously: "Hurry up and rest, and continue the attack in ten minutes!" Fight to the Tartar Palace to win! ”

"Yes."

Being patted on the head like a junior, Zuo Helin did not have a trace of annoyance, after all, he was on the battlefield now, and according to the military discipline of the Qi army, the wartime commander had absolute authority.

What's more, the commander's action was not to bully him.

Zuo Helin sat on the corpse of a Tartar armor soldier, took out a piece of toffee from his arms and threw it into his mouth, and carefully tasted the sweet and mellow taste little by little.

This thing is a special product of the army, which can quickly replenish the physical consumption of soldiers, and is very popular in the army, Gongsun Sheng ordered that each member of the commando team participating in the siege be distributed ten pieces in case of emergency.

However, looking at the current situation, everyone felt that the battle time would not drag on for too long, and there should be no problems in food replenishment, so experienced veterans began to eat a candy from time to time in order to keep themselves as excited as possible.

"We're five blocks from the palace."

The commander of the Blue Army assigned to this squadron was none other than Saliana, who had surrendered during the Battle of the Yellow River, a man who had served as a Jurchen Mouke and was a close confidant of Bo Jilie Wanyan Xianye, so he was very familiar with the terrain near the Tartar Palace.

"Wanyan Zongbi will definitely concentrate the remaining main force around the palace, the city wall says that he still has 2 or 3 thousand armor soldiers, Aha is even more, we have to be careful with a team of more than 100 people."

"Be careful, of course, but don't let that slow you down." The squadron commander then said: "Lao Tzu wants to be the first to go to the edge of the palace and grab the first credit!" In this way, when worshipping ancestors in the future, you can also have a saying in front of your ancestors! ”

Everyone nodded together, Xu Shiyang's letter really fully aroused the soldiers' will to fight, and now all the commandos are secretly competing to see who will be the first to hit the edge of the Tartar Palace.

"Then we'll have to speed it up." Zuo Helin interjected: "I said it before, your plate armor looks pretty good, but it's too heavy, and it's not suitable for our current squad battle, if you change to chain mail, you can rush faster." ”

"You kid knows a fart!" The squadron leader reprimanded unceremoniously: "Didn't you see the scene of changing lives on the dirt slope when you entered the city?" Wearing chain mail, at that time, hundreds of people would die! ”

"Our soldiers are all heroes, and when there is no way, it's just that, how can we exchange the lives of our brothers for credit when this kind of victory is in sight?"

"You all remember it for Lao Tzu!" The squadron leader glanced around and said solemnly: "Merit, Lao Tzu wants it!" But your little life, Lao Tzu also wants you to try to save it! ”

Zuo Helin looked at the squadron leader, who was a typical Han veteran: a dark face, a simple face, a beard that he couldn't trim due to the urgency of the war, rough hands, and thin shoulders that he felt could carry things.

He took off his armor and squatted in the field with a hoe on his shoulder, so that no one could tell him from the other old peasants.

But what he said now, how did Zuo Helin hear it and think it made sense - to be able to say this kind of thing, this person was definitely not the kind of illiterate officer who was common at the grassroots level, so that in Zuo Helin, the middle-aged man's face seemed to be plated with a layer of golden light.

Is this really the kind of thing that a petty officer who can only manage more than a hundred people can say? There are already so many warriors in the Qi army Chinese martial arts that they can be summoned by the squadron leader?

And the soldiers around him still looked like they were taken for granted, as if this kind of thing was common.

This seemingly ordinary little thing shocked Zuo Helin more intensely than the previous bombardment of hundreds of cannons for two and a half hours.

"That's it! Enough rest, right? The squadron leader said to the fighters: "Attack! ”

Led by Issaliana, twenty-seven soldiers of the Blue Brigade rushed out of the alley where they were resting, and there was a shout of Tartar language in front of them, and seven or eight heavy arrows flew over, knocking down two men, one of whom was hit in the face and was unable to live.

Xuanfeng, who rushed out from behind, lined up under the cover of the Blues and fired at the Jin Army with their pistols, and after a burst of gunfire, seven or eight Jin Army armor soldiers fell to the ground screaming.

The soldiers of the Blue Army were silent, charged forward rapidly, and on the way, they drew out their throwing axes and threw them at the Jin Army, and the Jin Army, which had the same tactics on the opposite side, also threw a wave of flying axes and maces, and nearly ten people on each side fell, but the soldiers of the Blue Army Brigade had cuirasses, as long as they were not smashed into the front door, they would generally not be fatally injured, so that half of the soldiers of the Blue Army Brigade who were knocked down quickly got up again.

The Jin army on the other side is not so well equipped, after all, even if it is chain mail or leather armor, the Jin army only has one-third of the armored brigade, and those lightly armored or unarmored soldiers will at least have to break bones if they are close together.

After completing the last wave of long-range strikes, the Blue Brigade soldiers raised their swords and shields and collided with the shouting Jin Army.

Now one side has no way to retreat, the other side is full of confidence in victory, and the morale is like a rainbow, and both sides have no intention of dodging and retreating, making the cold weapon battle extremely cruel.

Seven or eight soldiers of the Blue Brigade were defeated, and the losses of the Jin Army were slightly greater, with about eleven or two wounded.

After all, the Jin army had few people, and they had just gone through two rounds of long-range shooting, and after the follow-up selection of the Qi army followed, they were quickly crushed.

In the final result, the Qi army lost 7 people and 15 were wounded, except for one wounded who was selected as a striker, and the rest were all surrendered by the Blues.

The Kim army lost more than 40 people (all the wounded were mended), and the 6th Squadron of the Commando managed to take control of this block.

"Again!"

As soon as the squadron leader gave the order, the engineer team following the drafters came to the front of the line and placed a special explosive under the corner of a large house, and the seal on it had already begun to sizzle.

The warriors scrambled to find cover and then there was a loud bang, and a huge hole was blown open in the outer wall of the mansion.

The sapper then threw two small earth-shattering thunderbolts into the gap, and the panicked cries of the Tartars were immediately heard inside.

After the explosion, Zuo Helin followed the Fengfeng soldiers to attack, they shot a round of headless with a pistol at the gap, and then drew their waist knives and rushed into the mansion to kill all the Tartars inside.